One Sneeze Destroys A Magical Civilization

Chapter 155 Dragon Worship's God Assist

The raging chaotic magic storm lasted a full five minutes from the beginning to the end.

By the time it was over, the surrounding woods and monster camps had already been ravaged and broken.

A large number of towering trees with lush branches and leaves now only have the trunks that are severely carbonized near the roots, and some of them still have embers of flames.

As for the corpses of those dead monsters, most of them looked like tattered rag dolls smashed and run over by a sledgehammer, and their original race and appearance could not be distinguished at all, leaving only a pile of rotten flesh wrapped in skins.

As long as it is slightly squeezed by external force, it will immediately explode with a bang, splashing a mixture of broken bones, flesh and internal organs everywhere.

In addition, the surrounding magic net is also severely distorted under the influence of the chaotic magic storm. I am afraid that it will be impossible to restore it to its original state within a few months.

Undoubtedly, the astonishing power of the card [Spell Calamity] far exceeded Zuo Si's expectations.

It may be that he involved too many magic cards in the cemetery, causing everything within the coverage of the storm, including the soil and stones on the ground, to become fine particles like sand.

To be precise, this land was completely deserted under the ravages of magic power.

Seeing the doomsday-like scenery in front of him, Zuo Si couldn't help sighing slightly: "Well, now I finally know why so many places in Faerun Continent have been turned into deserts by powerful magic power. It seems that after this card It's better to use it sparingly. Otherwise, sooner or later, it will be regarded as a huge threat by those druids and gods who advocate the protection of nature."

Anyone who knows a little bit about the history and geography of Faerun knows it.

In this ancient continent, there was no such extreme terrain as desert.

Almost without exception, the current three major deserts are all caused by some horrible magical disasters.

Among them, the "Carin Desert" in the south is a large-scale war between the djinn and the djinn that came from across the plane, causing the originally prosperous land to completely turn into an endless sea of ​​sand.

The "Enook Desert" on the ruins of the Netheril civilization in the north was sucked dry of the vitality and magic power in the surrounding environment by the terrible magic-sucking creature "Ferrin Moss", and finally formed the largest desert in the whole of Faerun. of a desert.

The easternmost "Luoyan Desert" was created out of thin air in a battle between another human magic civilization "Imasca Empire" in ancient times and the gods now known as "Enther God Line". of.

In the past, Zuo Si always felt that these legends and historical records should have a lot of exaggeration.

But today, after witnessing the destruction caused by [Spell Disaster] with his own eyes, he suddenly realized.

When two or more powerful magical energies are intertwined to form a chaotic magic storm that can sweep and destroy everything, everyone who tries to cast spells or use magic items nearby will automatically become a battery that provides energy for the chaotic magic storm .

If it is a large-scale war or campaign, thousands of spellcasters are involved.

In addition, the storm can also draw part of its power from the twisted magic net.

Then it is not difficult to permanently change the natural environment of a large area.

After figuring out the working principle of the [Spell Disaster] card, Zuo Si turned his gaze to the motionless corpse of the red dragon lying on the ground not far away.

Needless to ask, after being ravaged by the magical storm for so long, Bell Torgas, a male and mature red dragon, was already dead.

It's just that the dragon's innate magic resistance didn't turn him into a pool of rotten flesh wrapped in skin like other monsters or the summoned mage allies.

Quite the opposite!

Except for the wings destroyed by soldiers and half-orc Rhett, and the brain smashed into a mess by the chaotic magic storm, the rest of the body remained basically intact.

Especially the thick scales covering the body surface did not show too serious scratches.

Just when Zuo Si came close and was about to squat down to take a closer look, he suddenly felt a slight vibration on the ground.

Followed by a rush of horseshoes from far and near.

In about a few minutes, a group of cavalrymen with torches rushed in.

When they saw the huge corpse of the giant dragon on the ground, and the surrounding environment ravaged beyond recognition by the chaotic magic storm, they were all shocked and speechless without exception.

"Soth! Are you all right?"

Eroline was the first to stand up and jump off the horse, and immediately planned to use "Lay on Hands".

But it was stopped by Zuo Si waving his hand: "There is no need to treat me. I am fine and have not suffered any harm."

"Your Excellency Sous, did you create the chaotic magic storm just now?"

The old mage who came with the cavalry asked impatiently.

As an arcane spellcaster, he can feel how badly the magic net around him is distorted at this moment.

Most mages, warlocks, and bards probably would not be able to successfully release magic in this environment.

Even if the release is successful, it is estimated that it will be far from the original effect.

"That's right. This red dragon is more difficult to deal with than I expected. He even summoned six mage allies after he was injured. As a last resort, I had to choose to use my hole card."

As he spoke, Zuo Si pointed to the mysterious people on the ground who had been completely changed beyond recognition and were even blown to pieces.

However, although the corpses were unrecognizable, their clothing and some items were preserved intact.

"What? This red dragon has allies!"

Hearing this news, Count Weeks Targett's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly got off his horse and led his followers and soldiers, looking for valuable clues in a pile of bloody and pungent rotten meat.

After a while, he and his men found six rings that were almost identical in shape.

The biggest feature of these rings is that it is not inlaid with gems, but a lifelike mark.

The symbol's pattern looks like a flame with two eyes on top and a claw on the bottom.

A senior priest of Tom, who is loyal and courageous, just glanced at it, and immediately exclaimed: "The emblem of the Dragon Worship Cult! This dragon is actually connected to the Dragon Worship Cult?"

"What? The Cult of the Dragon? That group of crazy organizations that want to transform all the dragons into dracolich, and then conquer and rule the world?"

Count Weeks Targett's voice rose an octave abruptly.

The lord of the city of Melatma cannot be blamed for making such a fuss.

It is really that the Dragon Cult is too notorious in all parts of Faerun.

Terrible disasters are bound to erupt in areas where they frequently move.

Its founder, Sammaster, was once a voter and lover of the goddess of magic, and had an affair with Elastra Silverhand, one of the seven sisters of the Northland who was also a voter.

But later, under the deliberate guidance of a follower of Bane, the god of tyranny, he eventually fell into darkness because of his overly paranoid personality and fragile heart, and embarked on a crazy road of no return.

Count Weeks Targett shuddered at the thought of an evil red dragon cooperating with the Dragon Cult near his territory.

After all, a living dragon is tough enough.

If this dragon transforms itself into a lich that can be resurrected infinitely, it will come to make trouble near Melatma every once in a while, no one can stand it.

"Fortunately, he and those members of the Dragon Worship Cult are dead. Otherwise, if he ran away with serious injuries, the consequences would be unimaginable." The old mage sighed with lingering fear.

The senior priest who is loyal to Tom, the body of courage, nodded deeply: "Yes! If a dragon is seriously injured, those lunatics will take the opportunity to persuade him to accept the ritual of transforming the dracolich. Once the transformation is successful, the dragon The dragon will definitely plan revenge, and even plan a terrible conspiracy secretly."

It has to be said that these Dragon Cult allies suddenly summoned by Bell Torgas directly saved Zuo Si a lot of saliva in explaining.

As the saying goes, "Facts speak louder than words."

Nothing creates more tension than an evil red dragon messing with the Cult of the Dragon.

(end of this chapter)